"Diamond Bollocks"
Looking back at some dead world
That looks so new
Offices and fountains
That they named for you
Dazzlements of accidents
Rejoice their doom
Harikaris spinning' round the golden looms
Girl you dream infections
From a nauseous heart
Choice cut meats from derelict boulevards
Hear that lonesome whistle blow
No direction to be known
In a senile of revelry
A tearful gaze turns away
Eroding cold and gray
Scented eunuchs clothe our wretchedness
Looking back at some dead world
That looks so new
Offices and fountains
That they named for you
So ungrateful to the who's and what's-his-face
Terrorist confections look so out of place
Looking back at some dead world...
That looks so new...
Looking back at some dead world...
That looks so new...
Looking back at some dead world...
That looks so new...
Looking back at some dead world...
That looks so new...
Looking back at some dead world...
That looks so new...
